hey hey we don't know
who we will be
who we are
life and summer blossoms
beautiful by the water
blooms and bees,
lunch forgotten by some crisis.
So many past lives ago just a guy carrying
A queen's treasure; heavy marble visages
Black lace meetings
Behind the supple wooden doors
Bloody rituals, babylon, fashion, pleasure;
The gates of lapis, an ocean spills vertical for the honored conquerors.
Where spoken from mouth to mouth
Offering elysium.
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